"Boss, Huo Si and I will try our luck too. If we happen to haul up a Thunder Crystal ore weighing dozens of pounds, we could probably refine over ten grams of Thunder Crystal from it."
Ghost Crane said.
"Fine. Just be careful."
Yang Ling nodded.
Seeing this, the two immediately leaped excitedly into the Thundercloud Pool.
It was just like waiting for lottery results. As long as the seven days were not up, there was always a chance to get rich overnight.
With a thought from Yang Ling, five Bone Warriors emerged directly from underground and silently entered the Thundercloud Pool.
Occasionally, flashes of lightning would surge up from the bottom of the Thundercloud Pool.
Whenever the Bone Warriors' Primordial Spirits passed near those flashes, they faintly sensed a trace of danger.
It seems the lightning power down there is enough to affect my White Bone Primordial Spirit.
Yang Ling's heart tightened slightly. He began carefully searching for Thunder Crystals while avoiding the areas where lightning flickered.
On the island, his main body approached Madman.
"What else can I do for you, sir?"
Madman cupped his hands.
"Do you still have any Counterfeit Blood Tyrant Pills in stock?"
Yang Ling asked casually.
Madman was slightly taken aback and patiently explained:
"Sir, although Counterfeit Blood Tyrant Pills have the word 'counterfeit' in their name, there actually aren't many factions capable of refining them.
Other than veteran black-market traders like us, only the branches of major top-tier groups might have a little stock."
As he spoke, a strange look flashed through his eyes.
The man before him had already been blacklisted by the Mystic Antiquity Ding Clan Alchemy Group. Clearly, he had no way to purchase Counterfeit Blood Tyrant Pills through those channels.
"There are so few Counterfeit Blood Tyrant Pills?"